Last night I dreamt that I was driving around north Jersey by myself in a beat up car. It was very woodsy - West Milford / Vernon-esque - and very dark. I made a pit stop at an asian supermarket. There were about 15 - 20 asian children in the parking lot setting off fireworks. I reached into my backseat and grabbed a few balloons that were there for one reason or another. I threw the balloons into the parking lot and the children threw fireworks at them. The balloons popped. I was sad that my balloons were gone so I left the asian supermarket. I took off down a dark road and noticed that I was being tailed by a cop. I sped up and at the first intersection cut the wheel hard to the right and screeched down a different road. The cops lights went on and he proceeded to chase me around a suburban neighborhood for awhile. I grew bored of being chased so I took off down a secret path to rest. When I felt it was safe I left the hideout and went searching for the house I wanted to live in when I was older. I found it and parked outside. I lit a cigarette and smiled at the thought of me being inside someday and making the windows visibly illuminated from the outside by my own hands. I wanted to call Marissa to talk to her about it but I couldn't find my phone. Then I woke up.

I guess compared to that the fact that I broke a sterling silver belt buckle in half this morning while putting on my pants and found out that I could possibly have mela-noma (skin cancer) on my leg isn't really that strange at all.

New Riverdales album tomorrow. --